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The sky was cloudy. I'm not surprised, though. Almost everything in Rivertown was gloomy. Well, at least it was peaceful. It was a quiet little town. Not many visitors come here since it's so boring. But I like it that way. Everything is simple. Everything is calm and nothing is crazy. Of course, kids occasionally come and party from time-to-time, it's only natural they do. We have our delinquents and badboys... Our sluts and whores. It's normal. Every town has them, right? Me, on the other hand, am a mix between good and bad. I go out a lot at night, get drunk, smoke, skip class and such. But on the other hand; I'm a virgin, I've never had a boyfriend, I'm serious about school, and I am just a little too Naive sometimes... Okay, most of the time. But don't blame me! I actually want something to do with my life. I don't want to end up working in a drug store selling Viagra to old, middle-aged men. That shit's gross.
Anyways, let me introduce myself. My name is Blue Quinn. Blue, being a nickname. My real name is Lucy. But I prefer being called 'Blue'. How I got that nickname will come along later in this story. I'm 16 years old and a female human being. I live alone in an old Apartment that looks like it's about to fall down to the ground any second now and have a cat named Bazinga. (Yes. I watch The Big Bang Theory. And yes, I know I have bad names for cats...) I go to a cheap highschool and only have one best friend. An idiot named Noah. So I guess you can say I have an average life as an American delinquent. ...In some strange, good girl way.
It was 7:30 am right now, Tuesday. I should probably go to school. I stood from my messy bed and made my feet hang off from the side. My room was really messy. Bras, underwear, and other clothing were thrown all over the floor. My make up; which only consisted of eyeliner, mascara, and dark eye shadow, was thrown all over my desk. Pictures of me when I was younger were stuck on the mirror. A large pile of papers were under my desk. Bazinga was peacefully sleeping on top of it. Ah, I really need to clean my room.
I shuffled around my room to my giant closet and searched for something clean. I pulled off my large shirt that reached my mid-thighs off of me and slipped into a pair of black skinny jeans and a gray Tim Burton shirt with a green hoodie. I put on a pair of worn out black Converse and headed for the bathroom. I looked at my reflection.
My fringe looked like it belonged to Elvis Presley and my hair... that's a whole 'nother story. I hate my hair, I'll tell you that. It's brown and messy. Thick and tangly. Dirty and... ugly. You get the point! I sighed in annoyance and pulled my hair out of it's tangled ponytail, whimpering at the pain of how the hair that curled around my hair-tie felt when it was being pulled. When I finally pulled it off, I took a brush and tried to comb through my knotty hair. It got stuck 32 times. Trust me, I counted.
Finally, I managed to untangle my sad excuse of girl hair and tie it into a messy braid. I washed my face and brushed my teeth then headed for the door. Before I left a popped a waffle in the toaster and grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge. When the waffle finished, I got my milk, waffle and bag then left.
The bus was 5 minutes late. Great. That means I'll be 5 minutes late to school. Maybe even more since there's so much traffic. I jumped on the bus and sat on the first seat to the right. No way I'm sitting in the back. If I sit in the back, it'll take even longer for me to get to school on time. I'm already late to school everyday, if I'm late one more time that means detention. And detention means less time for fun. And less time for fun means more time for boredom... And you get the point.
Luckily, I had the first stop and was the only one who took it. At the moment, I was the only one on the bus until the next one. This made me relax and be able to peacefully enjoy my few moments of silence. Those few moments just happened to be 3 minutes, but it was good enough. The bus driver was a burly old guy. He had a beard and mustache. He looked like your typical, cliche tree cutter. He was about 50 or so, and he always wore jeans with a t-shirt. Probably thought that'd make him look younger or something. He just looked like a failed attempt of Zac Efron 'cause his love handles were peaking our from his shirt a little. I turned my head away in disgust. To be honest, I don't really want to look at his fat and hairy lower abdomen. Again, that shit's gross.
After about 4 stops, we arrived at our last one before heading to school. This was my favorite stop because this was Noah and someone else's stop.
He was fine. Sexy. Gorgeous. Handsome. Pretty. Beautiful. Any adjective or phrase that meant someone was good-looking, that's what he was. Sadly, none of the other girls caught notice of this. You see, Matthew is kind of a geek. He has thick-rimmed black glasses and his hair was long-ish and shaggy. When I say long-ish, I meant his hair was around the length of Joe Jonas' before he cut it. He had the most gorgeous eyes, too... Deep and the most captivating shade of brown I have ever fucking seen. His skin was smooth and light shade of tan. He was tall and had a good body. But again, because he dressed like a geek, not many girls noticed this. But I did. Now before you judge me, his looks aren't the only reason I like him. He's also a very sweet fellow. Smart and capable. He wants to be a journalist, too. I've only ever met him once, but ever since it's been 'Love At First Sight'. Of course, this was unrequited love since, —again, I only ever met him once. And I remember that like the back of my mind...
I was walking through the halls, skipping class like my usual self. Then he bumped into me and all his books fell.
"Oh! Sorry... Didn't see you there," he said. His glasses got a little out of place and then crouched down to pick up his books.
"It's fine, it's fine," I said a bit annoyed. I didn't want to deal with a nerd in distress. I was already tired and bored. Because I'm a nice person, I decided to help the poor guy. So I crouched down next to him and helped him with his books, handing him the ones he didn't already pick up.
"Th-Thanks..." he mumbled as he looked up at me. I could finally see his face clearly. I saw him before. He was in my English and Science class. He was really smart and always ranked 1st in test scores. I could feel my cheeks blush a little at the way his big brown eyes pierced me with honesty.
"It's nothing..! Don't worry about it..." I nervously laughed. I abruptly got up from the tile floor and walked away. Ever since, I've been in love.
"Hey, hey. Blue! Stop daydreaming and snap back to reality," said a deep voice while a hand was waving in front of my face. I turned my head to a very tired and very irritated Noah Baxter.
"Oh, hey. What's up, Noah?" I said blatantly.
"I've been trying to tell you about a party I wanted to go to with you but you ignored me,"
Probably because I was too busy checking Matthew out.
"Sorry, sorry. What's this about a party?"
Noah's face perked up and had a smug smile on his face, "Brittany invit--"
"Brittany? You mean one of those whores who always hang around you?" I interrupted.
"...Yeah. Her. But anyways, she invited me--"
"Probably just to fuck you," I interrupted again. Noah looked a bit pissed as he snorted a little.
"She invited me to her party and she said it's okay to bring one of my frien--"
"She might be looking for a threesome,"
By this point, Noah was really mad and irritated. But I couldn't help it! Not only do I love to tease him, but I hate Brittany. Brittany Meyer. Definition: School Slut. She hangs around any good looking guy she can find. And Noah was very good looking. He had almost every girl tied around his fingers. And him being on the Soccer Team just made it even more tempting for a girl to want him. He was tall and slender. Dirty blonde hair with cheerful blue eyes. He had a good body; it was built and very tough. Almost full lips and nice thick eyebrows. I have to admit, he was hot. But I'm just gonna stop here because checking out my best friend is just weird.
"Shut the fuck up and listen already!" he scolded. I bit my bottom lip a little and bowed my head in apology. "Thank you. Now, as I was saying," he started, "Brittany invited me to her party and said it was okay I bring whoever I want. She's been real clingy lately and telling me she loved me so I thought you should come with me and trash the party. Let her know I'm not interested, ya'know?"
Geez, this guy is heartless.
"Yeah, fine. Okay with me. ... But if she wants your head afterwards, I ain't gonna be the one pulling her off,"
"Yeah, yeah. I get it," he laughed. I smiled a bit and we talked about some stuff for the rest of the ride to school.
"Quinn! Wake the hell up!" yelled Mr. Greene as he tapped his foot on the floor.
I mentally rolled my eyes and groaned, "NO! MY PRECIOUS PANCAKES! DON'T GO!" I dramatically yelled. I wasn't really dreaming about my 'precious pancakes' leaving me, I just thought it was a funny thing to say. Apparently, so did everyone else because they were laughing like crazy. Greene, —on the other hand, was glaring at me with intensity.
Greene was my 25 year old History teacher... and enemy. We had the mutual hatred going on ever since he transferred to replace Mrs. Waldren; who died of old age. Yep, yep. This guy was a funny one to tease alright.
"Well, apparently your precious pancakes are going to have to leave. Not only those, but so are you. Go to the office, Quinn," he snapped.
I dramatically sighed in annoyance and stood up from my desk and walked towards the door. I left, but not before yelling 'Free the Seagulls' at the entire class. That was when I saw him... Matthew Harrison walking down the halls. I tried to keep my cool and only partially succeeded. My cheeks were a bright red and I was nervously walking, nearing closer and closer to him with every step. Frankly, Matthew seemed to notice this and thought I had some sort of fever. Because what he did next just made my 'fever' even worse.
"A-Are you okay?!" he yelled as he dropped his books and ran over to me, holding me with his strong arms.
"I... I... I'm... Uh... I-I... Sick... No... Er..." I stuttered. What the hell am I saying?!
"I'll bring you to the nurse, come on," he smiled lightly at me and I prayed to God he couldn't feel my heart beat. He picked me up like how a groom picks up his Newly Wed wife and carried me to the Nurse's office. Geez, this guy could really make a woman swoon!
When we arrived at the Nurse's office, it just so happened that the Nurse wasn't there. Great. Just great. Hooray for life. Matthew set me on the bed and got a thermometer and some pills. It appeared he came here often because he knew exactly where everything was.
Matthew walked towards the bed I was on and sat on the stool next to it, "Here. Take these, they should help."
"Uh... Thanks..." Damn, I sound like dumb bimbo dealing with an annoying stalker.
Matthew smiled a bit and handed me some water and a pill for fevers. I swallowed it and then put the thermometer in my mouth. I wasn't sick, but from the heat my cheeks had, I was curious to know how hot they were. I popped the 'meter in my mouth and waited for the beeping sound. Then all of a sudden... I did the most courageous thing someone like me could ever do.
"I like you, Matthew."